The Blood Contract
Chapter 60: I’ll make a way

Chapter 60: I’ll make a way

A disbelieving laugh fell off Serena’s lips. All her life, she had heard stupid stories, read books, and seen movies, but right now, it felt as if she was acting out one of them. Her eyes stayed glued to the pictures that were still spread out on the table while her head reeled from the things she had just heard.

"I don’t know why I find all this funny. One day, I’m in Viera, living a quiet, peaceful dream life, having very few worries. The next day, I’m a woman from the 1700s, a target for elimination for a crime I did not commit and know nothing about." She let out a long sigh. "I guess running my whole life did not help me much."

"Running and staying hidden helped a great deal," Marlowe revealed. "Your father knew what he was doing when he gave you that instruction. The council searched for you for years with no positive results. And when I say searched, I mean they utilized a lot of resources. You were that good at hiding. Up until yesterday, I was still wondering how they found you. I just discovered that someone tipped them off about your location," Marlowe revealed.

A frown settled on Serena’s face. She had been careful enough not to disclose any information about her background to anyone, wherever she went. She didn’t keep friends, nor did she have any intimate relationships. She had practically become a loner.

So she wondered who it could be. It couldn’t be Elias, because he, just like her, knew how much they needed to keep their identity a secret.

"There’s no need to bother yourself about it. We are here already. We only need to worry about how we move from now henceforth," Marlowe cut into her train of thought. "Your father didn’t finish his work as I suspected before he died. So everything we know now is all the information he could get. Moving forward, we have only ourselves and the information we can gather to rely on."

Silence descended on them after Marlowe stopped speaking, each lost in their thoughts as the information they had just received sank into their minds.

Marlowe suddenly glanced at Lucian, and as if he had been expecting it, his eyes met hers at that very moment.

"Mr. Draven," her voice echoed again, "any progress on Elias’s rescue?"

Serena’s ears sharpened, and she unhesitatingly moved her eyes to Lucian when she heard Marlowe’s question. She had been quiet about it, but that was one issue that had been threatening to throw her into depression. The helplessness she felt deep within her, knowing she couldn’t do anything to help the boy, ate at her heart every day. She was barely holding on to her sanity.

"Everything is set for his rescue. He should be out in three days," Lucian revealed.

Serena’s eyes widened as her heart leaped for joy. "Three days?" she asked, instantly dropping the new attitude she had decided to pick up that morning. She would pick up her attitude later, but for now, the one person she cared about was involved. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," Lucian confirmed. "But he will be going through a facial reconstruction surgery once he’s out so that he can live free of the council’s grasp afterward."

Serena blinked. "What?! They are going to change his face? He wouldn’t look like Elias anymore?"

"It’s either that or he continuously lives on the run." This time, the response came from Adrian. "I know what it’s like to live on the run, to always have to look over your shoulder. It’s not a good feeling. This is the best route if he must live in peace."

"What if he doesn’t agree to it?" she asked.

"He already agreed," Adrian said.

"He agreed?" Serena frowned. "Wait! You spoke to him? How?" She threw the questions in rapid succession without waiting for any of them to be answered.

"Our insider spoke to him," Adrian said. "We are throwing in a lot of resources to get him out successfully. Our efforts will go in vain if he ends up getting caught again after we get him out."

"How will I recognize him after that?" Serena asked, her voice almost a whisper now. "Is there a way for me to see him before the surgery?" She threw another question before the first one could be answered.

"I’ll make a way," Lucian’s voice echoed, and the relief that suddenly appeared in her eyes gave him some satisfaction.

"Thank you," Serena said, letting out a long, silent breath as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her heart. Now, all she had to do was pray they succeeded in bringing him out. That was another burden, but a little bit lighter than the previous one, where she didn’t know the fate of the boy or how he was faring. Hearing that they had at least spoken to him and that he had agreed to the surgery gave her some peace and assurance that he was fine.

Just then, a knock echoed around the dining hall, followed by Rhoda’s voice.

"I’m sorry to interrupt, but I have a package for Madam Serena," the lady announced from outside the door.

A confused frown crept up Serena’s face when she heard the announcement.

"Come inside," Lucian’s voice echoed just as she was about to stand up and approach the door.

Rhoda walked inside, holding a white, fancy paper bag, its opening laced with a red ribbon.

"Who’s the package from?" Lucian probed, his voice a low rumble as his gaze pinned Rhoda to the spot where she stood.

"I didn’t see the person, sir, but the gate guard said it’s from one Mr. Vincent Morgan," Rhoda revealed.

"Vincent?" Serena asked, relief appearing on her face, followed by a small smile. "Bring it over." She waved for Rhoda to approach her, and the latter did.

Lucian’s face, however, grew darker. At first, he thought it was another surprise from the council, but his irritation doubled when he heard that name. Seeing the smile on Serena’s face infuriated him even more.

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